Sagittarius Love Language Novels & Stories

She asked him. " Don't know..... " " Then make it your mission to know...once you know let me know... I will help you. " " Really?? " Both Sagar and I asked her and she nodded. " Awww so cute...... I love you ." Sagar said to her and I kicked him hard and he fell on the floor. Both Sagar and Maurvi were shocked and then Sagar burst out laughing. " Look at your face man..... You have gone crazy after her. I love her but not the way you love her. You stupid... You know I have loved only one girl for my entire life. " Sagar said with a smile which looked sad to me.

he said, then sighed. “I love you, Sierra. My approach was wrong. My mannerisms were off. My love language was horrible, but I’m ready to change for us, for you. I will never betray you, and I will never do anything to make you doubt me or be hurt ever again. Your studio can be right here, or we could move it to the city. I can stay here, or we could go back to the city. Whatever you want, that’s what we will do.”

Silvan holds his arms out to me, not batting an eyelash when I climb into his lap. “Hi, baby.” He whispers with a lazy smile that makes my heart flutter, “are you okay? Did you get enough sleep?” And because as usual, he has my heart melting like goo, I cannot resist leaning forward to kiss him with all the tenderness I can muster. “I did.” I reply when I finally pull back. “Thank you for making breakfast. I missed you.” I cannot explain the immense joy that floods my system when I see the happy sparks in his eyes. I learned quickly that Silvan's love language is words of affirmation. And I intend to smother him in it as long as it makes him happy.

“But hey mister, you gotta slow down, don't want to get used to this,” “You should,” I blurt out. “Because giving is my love language, Lilah. Brace yourself,” “Gifting is your love language?” she repeats with a hoarse voice. I smirk, pulling out a file and flipping to the front page. “Not just that. I have other intense love language. Like right now, I want to take you hard against the nearest wall.” Her breath catches, and even through the phone, I can almost feel how hard her heart is beating.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

She observes. “Yes, Zane is exactly the man I want. I think you might be right, Sage. Soulmates just might be a thing.” At my words, Sage's face turns sour. Okay, what did I say to get that reaction out of her? Deciding to switch gears because I think the topic of soulmates pissed her off for some reason. Usually, Sage loves that topic, and I thought she’d want to hear that I thought she was right, but I triggered her hard for some reason. “Anyway, are you and Liam talking about pups yet?” “No, not yet. We have pack business to handle first.” Sage responds with her new mask slipped in place.

I had gotten so used to him sleeping next to me. He still must be angry with me. 'Try talking to him,' Sage, my wolf, tells me. 'If he wanted to talk to me, he would be here,' I replied. 'My human, you hurt him by keeping things from him. He needs to hear how sorry you are and that you love him,' Sage says, her voice cracking at the end. I feel bad for Sage because she can't form a bond with Xander's wolf, her mate. After all, they will take her from me.

What is going on now? “My dearest love,” a shiver goes up my spine when Sage speaks again and I look up to face him, noticing the way his face is filled with emotion. That first tear now spirals down my cheek, taking some of my markings with it. “As I stand before you today, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy. For a moment, I lost you, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. But fate brought us back together, and I promise to cherish every moment we have together from this day forward.”

"Sage, that was–" "Nothing? You'd say nothing, right? Her fucking hands were on your chest! What was that for?" I queried, cutting him off. "Let's not make that a topic tonight, Sage. I still need-" "What do you take me for?" I blurted, tears clouding my vision and I tried to break out of my haze of thoughts. "Sage...Carla means nothing to me. I know I've made you feel like there was something before but that was because I needed to get to you. And even then, I felt nothing for her." He said, this time, getting a hold of my hands. "She'd bumped into me earlier reason for the hand placement you saw. I promise you, Sage, my heart beats for one person and that's you. I love you."

“Don’t give me that ‘he wouldn’t understand’ nonsense. The Sage I met isn’t clueless. He’s just as scared as you are, and you’re too much of a coward to meet him halfway. Do you think he will think you are his best friend when he finds out you have been manipulating him instead of giving him that benefit of the doubt to confess your feelings?” Her words stung, but I knew she was right. I just wasn’t ready to admit it. The thing between Sage and I was more complicated than I cared to admit. He has trusted me far more times than I could count since we were kids and it would hurt him just like Mara said. “It’s not that simple, Mara,” I muttered. “Yes, it is,” she said firmly. “You’re in love wi